It’s been more than a month since I’ve created any blog material. The blockage began accumulating after the broadcast of Kavanaugh’s Senate hearing. The drop of that emotional rollercoaster reverberated echos from my memories and unearthed most of my self-doubt. My reaction to any emotional instability is consistently to loath myself. I mean, LOATH. How do…
Challenging Ideas Pt. 2
In case you missed the first post earlier this week, make sure you read Challenging Ideas Pt. 1 before you start reading this. I mean, you don’t have to but context is definetly a concept to befriend… Here’s the second half: A few months ago, I met this guy who told me that he was…
Challenging Ideas Pt. 1
When I got home from work last night, I was overcome with a foreign amount of energy. It could have something to do with the fact that I arrived to a piece of mail from the city and was convinced I’d been given a ticket for running a red light or something. Turns out it…
Left To My Own Devices
While I know I should probably be doing things differently, I don’t write these posts in advance. If I’m having feelings that I can organize, I’ll write, edit, pick out some pictures, and publish. That being said, I just wrote 700 words of a pity party for myself that I couldn’t turn into anything worth…
La Luna
Today is the first day of school for my nanny kiddos; and while it’s 95 degrees, terribly muggy, and Fall doesn’t begin until September 22, I’m bidding Summer adieu. Autumn and I have been best friends since the womb when I overheard my cesarian arrival was scheduled for November 10. September always flies by with…
Addressing Old Problems
For old times’ sake, I’m taking this post in the direction of dating. Remember when I started this blog and I’d fill you in on just about every guy I met? Yeah, me too. That was fun. If you’ll recall this post, I mentioned a new dude and wrote that I wasn’t ready to dish…
Come Alive
If you follow me on the social medias, you know that I’ve been on vacation for the past week. I spent the better half of the trip at my aunt’s house– a super special place on a mountain in North Carolina that my grandparents built fifty years ago. Back in the day, they (plus my…
Compassion and Comparison
The other night, I was hanging out with a male acquaintance. We were catching up and swapping stories of dating frustrations. As we complained about a lot of the same stuff, I kept catching myself thinking, “wait, I thought that was just a guy thing.” This dude was definitely not the first who’s expressed to…
